2 Do you count the months they fill out,
and know their birth-date?
3 They crouch down, detach their young,
let go what they have been hampered with;
4 Their children are robust, grow big in the wilds,
go out and never come back.
5 Who set free a wild ass
and unhitched an onager’s halter,
6 Of which I have made desert the home,
alkali plains the habitation?
8 It explores mountains as its pasture
and searches after any green thing.
9 Will a ure be willing to work for you
or come to your crib for the night?
11 Will you put confidence in him because his strength is great,
and leave to him the results of your toil?
13 An ostrich’s wing is for pleasure;
or is it a kindly pinion and plume,
14 When she leaves her eggs on the ground
and warms them on the earth,
15 And has forgotten that feet will smash them
and wild animals tread them to pieces?
her labor goes for nothing without alarming her,
20 Do you set them in commotion like grasshoppers?
the thrill of their snorting is a terror.
21 They paw in the vale and are joyous,
go out in strength to meet an armament,
22 Laugh at terrors and are not dismayed,
and do not turn back before swords.
23 On them ring quiver,
spearhead, and javelin.
25 At every ram-horn they say ‘Ha!’
and scent battle afar,
thunder of captains and cheering.
26 Is it by your sagacity a hawk takes wing,
soars off to the south,
27 Or is it by your direction that a vulture goes high
and that it sets its nest aloft,
28 Perches on a crag and spends the night
on a crag-tooth and a fastness,
29 Searches from there for food,
its eyes looking far away,